I found this poem walking through Broomhill on a summer’s evening. It was about the time that the students were moving out, and I suppose this fell from one of their bags. Or it was wilfully dropped in a last ditch attempt to coax fate into reuniting them with their lover-gone-by. It’s the sort of thing I would have done.
‘June’ is a piece of writing that most of us can relate to. It flavoured the walk home with the taste of my own short-lived, clumsy and generally tragic love stories, and made me do the sums that all of us do occasionally of whether things were better then or now. I wish I could talk to the person who wrote it.
Inspired by this, and the Guardian’s Book Swap project, I’ve been considering whether we could set up a city wide exchange.
A group of poets select three of their best, hand write a few copies and then leave them places where they can change somebody’s day. If there was a link to a website underneath the poem, the finder could post their response and maybe start up a dialogue about it.
Please share thoughts, and if you’d like to take part, let me know.